I signed up for her class to please an inattentive
lover, I kicked him to the curb three classes in.
Two years and four men later, I'm the queen of
non-commitment But I still go to class on
Wednesday nights from eight to ten. Thursday
through Tuesday I'll buy those magazines With the
half-translucent models and the articles on
pleasing men, I curse myself at every meal do
penance and do buns of steel And on Wednesday
nights I find myself again.

Watch her whirl, watch her sway Sometimes we go to
see her gig down at the Marrakesh café Every
movement is a sentence in a fine erotic prayer I
think some answer to my soul is written there.

My classmate Annie says she thinks our teacher
leans towards women No surprise that's how our
Ann does sway She's not the only one to have
designs upon our teacher Your heart leaps like
Barishnikov whenever she smiles your way.
Breathlessly she rushes in kicks off her boots
takes off her sweater Hey, she says, I've gained
5 pounds I think it makes the dance much better We
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imperfections And I think she thinks we're
beautiful.

Watch her whirl, watch her spin She'd send a guy
with a foot fetish three sheets into the wind And
the candlelight throws diamonds in her jasmine
scented hair I think some answer to my soul is
woven there.

Sometimes she joins us at the table at the
Marrakesh And the business cards pour in she never
reads them She never thinks about those guys Who'd
gladly leave their well-carved lives To follow in
the naked footsteps of this one r Who'd never need
them.

Watch her whirl, watch her spin Even the veils pay
her homage as they dance against her skin And I
long to breathe the secrets that her hands tell to
the air I think some answer to my soul is waiting
there. Yes I long to breathe the secrets that her
hands tell to the air I know some answer to my
soul is waiting there.